The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1887-09-22

ne The sedes oS the euioh f0rsno1 Z ssssoo
Of natural terrsces' and 6nsily WENT
straight down to the little stsesm that
splashed and nszcd and ohuckled along
the bottom.
"All Of sudden I heard . noiss IKE
thunder. Il was the middle Of the fore
noon, and the sun was shining brightly.
The roar grew louder. In an instant u
flashed upon me; 4 sods ldndslidA I
didn't know whst to do. couldn't tell
whether to 70 forward or backward. /
was pretty scared for Q minute. But In
that minute an idea came into my head.
crcpt down a. fast a. could to the edge
Of the little steep which led to the first
terrace. The cliff was perpendicular
inclining in II anything; It was about
twenty feet down and the ledge below was
some six or seven feet wide with grass and
bushes on It. was hanging over there
In another moment, and down ! pumped,
pretty well shaken up and bruised, but
all right. The approaching roar became
the rock. Pretty soon stones and dirt
and trees came whizzing and rumbling
OF the ledge, and shot past me down into
the ravine-a regular cataract of stuff. It
kept up for about half an hour, and
then the worst was over. But had to
snuggle close, you better believe, after
the main body had got by, for now and
then q struggling rock would tumble
leisurely over the ledge, and sock down
too close for comfort. lay still till
was sure the thing was done for. Then
got up and took survey. was In pretty
pickle. The terrace narrowed In both
directions, sort of alligator shape. 1t
was thirty feet down to the next terrace,
and that didn't appear to have any out
let, either. OF course, couldn't shin
back up that rock. I didn't know sohdt
to do. let on few yells, with .
faint hope that somebody might be
within hearing. I could just catch .
In the valley through the opening Of
the gulch, so far that 1t looked like q
cluster Of boulders beside the river. l
heard no answer to my calls, but the far
OIL echo from the other side of the gulch
and the faint chatter Of the stream below.
l sat down and thought, every once in
while giving yell, till the echo began to
make me feel queer and lonesome-like.
Then l shut up altogether and began to
smoke
"Old 10 Seven-up told me afterward
how 1t was. He and Jim Budgelow were
playing quiet little game Of old sledge
ct Tom Mulligan's Double Parlors. Jim
had the bind ON him 10 privately ten.
dered me his thanks afterward, in liquid
forml, when Jim suddenly dropped the
cards and listened. He had fortunately
forgotten his plug, and left It at his board
ing-house after dinner.
"'Great Jobr exclaimed Jim, some.
body's in trouble up there in Red Hen
Gulchl Get out the boys and we'll 60
see what's up. Hear that yell? No Of
course you didn't. You couldn't hear the
steam-whistle down at the quarry-mill
unless you climbed up on the roof and
laid your ear to the pipe. Don't talk
60 get the boysp
ut was beginning to grow dark when
heard faint calls away of down the
mountains started up, put my hands
to my mouth and roared like fog horn
The shouts came nearer and nearer, and
at last they were right above me. Pretty
soon could just make out Jim's head
peering over the ledge above. They'd
been forehanded enough to bring rope,
30 / was soon out of that. But II It
hadn't been for Jim Budgelow's right
ear probably my bones would now be
decorating that terrace in Red Hen
Gulch.
Jim didn't stay long at Hornetsville